“… and them Liam blew them away with an awesome rendition of Fly Me To The Moon, it was magical… Louis cried,” Zayn explained stretching the sleeves of his hoody down over his shaking hands, he hadn’t really gotten over the shock just yet; they’d been signed…

“Were you even there Zayn ?” Harry chuckled cocking his eyebrows.

Zayn nodded and smiled, “I zoned out if I’m honest, but in my head that’s exactly what happened!”

“You’re SO not all there,” Louis stated before beginning his own recollection of the event; “Zayn was in the loo for about 10 minutes being sick…”

“Sexy imagery for you there,” Zayn interjected.

“Harry was buttering up one of the panel who was a keen Bruce Springsteen fan, I was trying to remember lyrics and Liam was… Liam what were you doing?” Louis questioned confused.

“… And Liam was lessening our chances of getting signed,” Louis added frowning slightly. “We got inside and they asked us a few questions about why we wanna be musicians… what makes us different… who are our influences were…”

“I obviously said Venga Boys,” Zayn smiled.

Harry shook his head, “You never said ONE word when you were in there!”

“I said Zayn?”

“Your name doesn’t count ratleg,”

“Guys?!” Louis interrupted, “Can I finish telling them what happened?” Harry and Zayn nodded slowly and apologetically. “Then they asked us to play them a couple of songs. We thought it’d be a bit risky singing one of our own to start with, so we sang them Help by the Beatles which they LOVED! The one woman in the panel said that we looked as though we’d been doing it years. Then we sang One Thing and What Makes You Beautiful and then they told us they signed us at the second chorus on Help BEFORE we’d even started any of our own material!”